[The gasp is as unexpected as the feel of his lips on her neck and as unexpected as how much she likes it. She arches his neck, relying on instinct, on how much she wants him to keep teasing her neck like that.
It doesn't even bother her that he's pushed up her shirt further. If anything, it gives her another burst of courage: this time to reach down to the hem of his own shirt.
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[The gasp is as unexpected as the feel of his lips on her neck and as unexpected as how much she likes it. She arches his neck, relying on instinct, on how much she wants him to keep teasing her neck like that.
It doesn't even bother her that he's pushed up her shirt further. If anything, it gives her another burst of courage: this time to reach down to the hem of his own shirt.
Real. So very, very real.]